Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

The temperature on the mountain had dropped faster than it was in the mountain. It had not yet reached the late autumn yet, but leaves had been falling hard here. When she stepped on them, they felt soft and fluffy. Moreover, when she listened to the sound of her treading on them, she felt somewhat tranquil and peaceful.

Looking up at the tortuous and robust branches, she found them still sticking up to sky even without any leaves. If trees could be persistent like this, people could also do! A fit of bitterness spread around the corner of her lips. The sun scattered through the branches onto her, but she did not feel any warmer in her heart at all.

Under the sunlight, a delicate girl, as beautiful as a flower, was standing on a pile of leaves. She was looking at the tall, tortuous, but vigorous branches. There were a girl and a withered tree. People would find a sense of alienation and tranquility in this peaceful scene as if the girl would fly away with the wind, turning into a fallen leaf and landing somewhere people did not know. The leaves fell on her curled hair and she looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Behind a wall, Bai Yihao was passing by. A gentle smile bolted across the corners of his eyes. Standing by the rock garden, he was quietly looking over here, thoughtfully.

"Sister Tong, why do you get out of the room so soon? You’re in poor health now, so you shouldn’t let others worry about you." A delicate voice, with excessive concern, rang across the wall and startled both people by the wall.

The voice brought Mo Xuetong back from her thoughts. She turned around to smile to Yu Sirong. She nodded to the latter. Since the last time when they parted ways unfriendly in Mo’s manor, it was the first time Yu Sirong greeted her without any grudges. Since Yu Sirong wanted to act, Mo Xuetong would cooperate.

Seeing Mo Xuetong responding, Yu Sirong smiled more gently and approached her in an attempt to grab Mo Xuetong’s hand, while saying lovingly, "Are you really well now?" Yesterday, you really scared me. Why were you so careless to cause such a big misunderstanding? So, this morning, when I wanted to come and visit you, I was afraid that you’d be angry with me."

When they were talking, Yu Sirong’s maid also came up to chat with Mo Lan and Mo Ye and it turned out to be a very friendly conversation.

"Thank you, Miss Yu!" Mo Xuetong looked up and caught a fit of sinister jealousy and hate deep in Yu Sirong’s eyes. She sneered in her heart. "Yu Sirong really loses her cool easily. She just couldn’t help herself after I spent some time in the garden with Cousin Xuan."

"Since you’ve recovered now, I’ll accompany you to the garden. I heard that there is a bamboo grove over there and it’s quiet and peaceful. And there are a few rare purple bamboos. Shall we go there?" Yu Sirong smiled gently to Mo Xuetong and put her arms around hers as a gesture of intimacy.

Bamboo grove, rocks, and gravel road? Just like in the past life, was it a good place to disfigure her again?

A fit of sharpness flashed through Mo Xuetong’s slightly downcast eyes. "Sometimes, I’m just waiting for the perfect timing to have my revenge."

Yu Sirong saw that she did not refuse and thought that she had fallen into the trap. A trace of pride flashed in her eyes and a sneer spread across her lips.

The two, each with her own ax to grind, held each other’s hands like good friends. The several maids behind them were also talking eagerly.

It was quiet and peaceful in the bamboo grove. The blowing wind sent the bamboo fragrance to them. Coupled with the trails filled with fine stone, the rocks, and the bamboos, this place in the temple was really more characteristic than the bamboo grove of Qin Manor. The row of tall purple bamboos on the side was even more special. When people saw them, they not only found the bamboos vigorous but also charming.

This bamboo grove and the one in her memory gradually overlapped each other across time and space. She seemed to see the delicate girl falling on the pile of rocks, the blood streaming from her forehead to her chin. Then, the two long trails of blood turned the beautiful face ghost-like. Behind her, Yu Sirong was sneering. However, in the last life, she could not see Yu Sirong in the position she was in.

"Sister Tong, Sister Tong... Why do you stand there? Look, this small purple bamboo is different from the others. I know you like them. Come and see and tell me why it’s like that." Yu Sirong’s words awakened her memory, and sure enough, Yu Sirong stood on the edge of the rocks again!

There was a small purple bamboo. Different from other tall purple bamboos, this one was especially short, and Yu Sirong was deliberately making a fuss pointing at this purple bamboo.

Mo Lan and Mo Ye were caught up in a conversation with those two maids. Now, they were observing some gadget one of the maids fetched from her sleeves. However, Mo Lan secretly glanced at Mo Xuetong and their eyes met. Both of them were smiling faintly. At the same time, Mo Ye remained calm and stood in a posture that could enable him to attack quickly. Once she found Mo Xuetong in danger, she could immediately rush to save her.

Mo Xuetong twisted around and walked toward Yu Sirong. She acted as if she knew nothing about Yu Sirong’s trap. In the meanwhile, Mo Lan exchanged his standing spot with the maid beside him, blocking the sights of Yu Sirong’s two maids.

"This purple bamboo is really unique!" Mo Xuetong stood in front of the purple bamboo. She watched it as if she really wanted to know why.

Yu Sirong looked around and then glanced at Mo Xuetong. Thinking that Mo Xuetong was not paying attention to what she was doing, Yu Sirong was very smug. She gradually turned around and approached Mo Xuetong from behind. At present, the four maids were talking enthusiastically, and no one noticed them.

When Yu Sirong moved, Mo Xuetong noticed that her. However, Mo Xuetong pretended that the purple bamboo sufficiently attracted her. She acted as if she were fully absorbed and did not notice Yu Sirong at all. Moreover, she deliberately lowered her head like an innocent girl. "Miss Yu, this is a really nice place. Take me here the next time. I really can’t see the difference in this bamboo. I will go back and look up the books."

"Well, next time. Yu Sirong, I don’t believe that you will come here next time. I am afraid that it will become a place full of your sad and desperate memories!"

"This is a really nice place? Ha, it is indeed." Yu Sirong had a cold smile on her lips. She stared at Mo Xuetong like a vicious poisonous snake and cursed in her heart. "Mo Xuetong, this is indeed a nice play. So, die now! This time, I’ll see how you can escape. Even if you don’t die, you’ll have a ruined face. Only when you’re dead or destroyed, will Xuan Cousin see me! If you exist, he’ll never look at me."

She held her breath, her feet on a stone on the side, ready to pretend to slip, and then pushed Mo Xuetong to the rock in the front. The sharp edge of the rock-piled hill was facing Mo Xuetong’s plain and fair face. It did not matter if she got hit in the face or the head, she would be ruined. Even if she survived, she would be disfigured.

She had long wanted to tear open her gorgeous face!

Yu Sirong tilted slightly to slip on a rock. By the gravity, she heavily charged toward Mo Xuetong.

Mo Xuetong had lowered her head; however, she’d been watching Yu Sirong’s foot. In the last life, Yu Sirong had played the same trick and acted the same. Though in a different grove, every detail matched. Sneering, Mo Xuetong also readily tilted her body a little after Yu Sirong pretending to fall. "Ah!" she screamed.

At this time, Yu Sirong couldn’t hold her feet. When she summoned all her strength to rush forward, she found Mo Xuetong, who was supposed to be in front of her, disappeared. Colors left her face and the smile froze. "Ah!" she screamed and flopped to the ground very loudly. At the same time, Mo Xuetong had already collapsed to the ground. Now, she rolled her eyes and passed out.

Hearing the screams, Yu Sirong’s two maids slightly lifted their eyes. "The useless Miss Luo will get miserable every time she runs into our lady. Every time, she was hurt." However, they were startled by Yu Sirong’s bloodstain face. Then, they saw Mo Xuetong on the ground. At that time, all gadgets on their hands scattered on the ground. They were stunned to speechless.

"Miss, Miss, what happened to you? Did you fall again?" On the other side, Mo Lan and Mo Ye had already rushed over. They picked up the unconscious Mo Xuetong from the ground and cried out loud. In the meanwhile, the two stunned maids realized themselves and went to check Yu Sirong. They both screamed at Yu Sirong’s blood-smeared face.

All of them were shouting, and sure enough, the loudest one was naturally Yu Sirong. She felt a surge of pain rushing onto her and everything in front of her eyes seemed red. She touched her face and found it very sticky. Intense blood smell attacked her nose. She panicked. "Am I disfigured? I’m disfigured!" She was now in unprecedented panic and could only scream.

"What happened?" Not far from the bamboo grove, Qin Yuxuan was walking toward here with his servants. He was dazed at the mess. However, when he saw Mo Xuetong lay feebly in Mo Lan’s arms and her face was so pale, his expression changed and strode toward them.

However, before he got nearer to Mo Xuetong, someone dived at him. It was someone covered in blood and they were screaming. "Cousin, cousin!" Before Qin Yuxuan having the time to react, Yu Sirong plunged into his arms and screamed. At this time, she could not think straight anymore. All she did was grab the hem of Qin Yuxuan’s clothing and wail. "Cousin, cousin, save me, my face, my face..."

Feeling the sharp pain on her face and the fear in her heart, she could not even utter a complete sentence.

Qin Yuxuan was also startled. He saw Yu Sirong rushing over him with her face and head smeared with blood, and was knocked back a few steps away. Then, he managed to support her. She now looked terrible. He could not recognize her face anymore because it was covered in blood, and even her hair was bloodstained. The injury must have been severe so he anxiously asked, "Miss Yu, what happened to you?"

Anyone would panic at such a scene!

"Cousin, save me, save me, my face, save my face..." Yu Sirong’s mind now went blank and she thought she’d be disfigured. Panicked and terrified, she rolled her eyes and passed out directly.

When Yu Sirong got hurt like this, Qin Yuxuan couldn’t stay any longer. Though Mo Xuetong also collapsed, she had no visible injury or blood stain. Thinking that Mo Xuetong’s condition wasn’t that critical, he immediately picked up Yu Sirong and ran out to find a doctor. Behind him, Yu Sirong’s two maids followed Qin Yuxuan with pale faces. When something like this happened, they would be harshly punished later. Thus, they lost their minds now and could only follow Qin Yuxuan.

When Qin Yuxuan, Yu Sirong, and her maids had all left, Mo Xuetong slowly opened her eyes and brushed the dirt off her dress. She calmly straightened her clothes and sat up, a sly smile in her bright eyes. There were still blood trails on the rocks. She watched them silently with a cold smile on her lips.

The wind raised the hem of her dress, and she even felt inexplicably lonely.

On the other side of the wall, the handsome man had witnessed the entire thing and smiled to himself. His slender fingers landed on those stones and he slowly tapped on them.